50. Zayne

CHAPTER 50

Zayne

C huckling beneath the mask, I yank it off once I can no longer see her taillights. I tuck it in my hoodie pocket and pull out my keys as I head to my truck.

Oh, Delaney. There’s no escaping me.

There’s a reason why you came back to this town while I decided to seek revenge on those who hurt me. Now that I know your father hurt you and your mother, I’m going to make him suffer even more before I kill him.

As I climb inside my truck, I grin. You’ll be punished, too, minx. I need to teach you a lesson for keeping secrets and running from me.

I can promise this—she’ll never escape me again.

Once I get my hands on her, she’s mine.

Forever.

She’s jumpy as hell, her ass planted on the couch in the living room, feet outstretched and rubbing nervously together as she stares at the TV on the wall, sipping on an iced coffee. She has the fire roaring as though she’s chilled to the bone.

Do I still give you goosebumps, minx? I sure as hell used to.

As if she can’t contain her nervous energy, she gets to her feet and heads to the window. I grin as I watch her press her face against it, staring into the darkness.

Let’s have some fun.

Her gaze slowly roams to the left of the property. I stealthily move from the tree I’m standing behind, knowing I’m obstructed from her view as I creep along the front porch, past the door, stopping beside the window she’s peering out.

I step right in front of the window, delighting in her screams as she jumps back from the window.

Her eyes are wide with terror as she takes another step back. “I’m calling the police. You better get the fuck out of here, whoever you are.”

Oh, please do, minx.

I’ve already rigged her phone so that any emergency calls are routed to a particular number that Ryker’s team answers, twenty-four-seven. As soon as her number pops up, they have a script to follow.

No officer will arrive here. I’ve made sure of it.

Should they get nosy and come around, I’ll take care of them. It’s why I have a silencer on my gun.

I’m the only police you need, minx. The only one powerful and intelligent enough to protect you.

Because I’m a prick, I wave at her before moving away, disappearing into the woods, waiting for the right moment.

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